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February 16th, 1991 by

Rasped fire
Affecting flame
Envelope me
leave no trace.

Little one
Delicate
Free
Whisper of youth
Run to me
embrace the dying sun
And subside.

 

Illusion
dissolved by a teardrop
like ripples in a lake of wine.
She turns away
and the silence whispers goodbye.

 

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